Strange fruit

What a day! We braved the rain, got soaked and merrily went on our usual walk in the park. There was very little wildlife about - keeping their heads down - but the place was so green, so grown, so full of seasonal activity like plants scattering their seeds in the wet bluster, their job done, their lives fulfilled, death, yet new life, new hope, even before autumn blows in and cracks thy cheeks. For some, like the fruit trees, the autumn is glorious: this is their time.